| I was finding new civilisations, new ideas, new folds of myself and my beliefs. I managed to travel most parts of the world, most parts of myself, and learnt more. That�s what my trips gave me. I checked myself through countries, civilisations, other people, strange habits, new ways of life� I travelled and I learnt about myself. |
| New activities, movement in the same room until the destructive signs finally appear leaving behind new spaces. Spaces full of mixed spring smells which when autumn comes will disappear, leaving behind only the cold. |
| Signs of civilization�s distraction One day we will leave the way we came leaving behind our smell, on whatever we have created, whatever we touched, whatever we made ours, and one day after a while even this smell will evaporate. Other smells and scents will come and replace the old one completing the space which has been created. |
| The bleach of time Everything will grow older the stereo will be ruined the house will start to crack and collapse. The car will not operate anymore, everything will go wrong with it it will need to be replaced. The dog will quickly grow older and will be lost taking with him all the orders and the times of his companion. Everything will grow older and the house will be demolished and I don�t know if love will fray as well. Everything will grow older and will hang like mature grapes and will rot and fall to the ground pecked by birds and stung by bees. (cont.) |
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| About myself I travelled from my comfort into the world and from my outer skin into my heart. I travelled in the world and that�s how I managed to travel in my inner world. Mile to mile was a new mile inside me. The trips were giving me� I was searching |
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| and they look at me strangely they want my attention, but I write all the time. Groups of friends come on vacation for a week, to have a nice time� Me, I came to write. Now and then I write for us, the things we didn�t share together, but we could have shared if I had the time after my writing. Maybe I wouldn�t write so much if we were still together. It wasn�t your fault that you were not the daughter of the sea. If you just had even a distant relationship everything would be much different on the island. |
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